Long Live The Queen

I stood in the Equestrian rain. Somehow, it was different from Wasteland rain or even Badland rain. I loved the feeling of the fresh, clean water running down my carapace, washing mud off of me. I changed my form into a unicorn mare with red fur and a white mane, with lovely blue eyes; I called this Ponysona 'Velvet Victory'. She is a favorite of mine.

I trotted down the hill I stood upon, taking delicate, careful steps. I walked into the street and found my way along the old brick roads of Mane Street. It was late, about eleven o'clock, and few ponies were out. Some stallions caught my eye, and I would occasionally wink at them, prodding them to follow me. The love they fed me tasted so rich; it was like heaven. I continued prancing about the downtown of Manehatten until I was at full charge.

I slipped into an alley way unnoticed and changed into my Queen Changeling Form. I made a low hissing noise, calling all of the Changelings in Manehatten to come to me, but without notice. Most Drones decided to come to me, only a few choosing not to come to play Russian Roulette.

"Okay, my Changeling friends," I began. "Want to terrorize this city and maybe even start a new Hive?"

I eyed each Changeling, colors varying from red to violet to black to white. They seemed to look from one to another, deciding what to do. They nodded as they hissed at each other, some shaking their little heads, some saluting me with pride. In the end, the Changelings before me bowed down and hissed in unison.

Your will is our command, our Queen. They spoke telepathically.

I smiled; perfect. I've started a Changeling Hive. But, for the moment, it was nothing but a Hoard. Seventeen Changelings and a Queen didn't count as a Hive in my book.

"Listen up, my subjects," I spoke, my voice dripping with excitement. "We have one common goal. Expand! Go to every city in Equestria, the Wastelands and Badlands if you have to, to improve our Empire. One Hive, One Mind, Many Bodies. Put on your masks, and let's colonize!"

The Changelings of my new hive started to flash different colors of magic into stallions and mares alike, some even teens or foals. They flew, teleported, or cantered out of the alley way, off to explore Equestria and to expand my Empire.

I trotted to the Maneiotte and checked in under the name 'Silent Singer'. I stood as a blue-grey earth pony, sporting white hair with electric blue streaks, and a microphone and headphones as a Cutie Mark. I trotted to my Five Star room and sat by the bookcase. I looked to the Writing Station and smiled.

-Elsewhere In Canterlot-

"What's this? A letter? From... Silent Singer?" Celestia tapped her hoof on her chin in thought, trying horribly to remember a name and face she'd never seen or ever see.

"Dear Princess Celestia,

As one of your little ponies in a little city called Manehatten, I write to you to tell you of my findings of friendship, even if I'm not Princess Twilight Sparkle. I write, telling you of my tale, my adventure today. I met many folks here in Manehatten as I arrived by train, and I had very much fun with every pony I met. Seventeen friends, to be exact. They all have decided to become my Best Friends Forever. But fear not! None of them are criminals or anything, just simple, honest folks in little old Manehatten.

I learned that even when you try, sometimes you won't succeed. But when the slim chance you succeed comes around, it really pays off. Princess Celestia, I write to you saying this and nothing more:

You have a new rival for your Kingdom.

With The Greatest of Respects,

Silent Singer